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Neither May Day nor beech leaves nor birdsong nor gladioli can please me, worthy and joyous lady, until I receive a swift messenger from your fair self, to tell me of some new pleasure and joy which love brings me, and I hurry to you, faithful lady, and the jealous one falls stricken before I leave you.

My love, God forbid that the jealous one should ever laugh at my misfortune, for he would pay dearly for his jealousy if he parted two such lovers; for I would never be joyful again, and joy without you would be nothing to me; I would go where no one would ever see me again; I would die, worthy lady, the day I lost you.

How could a lady be lost or restored to me, if she has never been mine? For men and women are not lovers in thought alone; but when a wooer becomes a lover, great is the honour that accrues to him, and the sight of his happiness gives rise to such rumours; for I have never embraced you naked, or conquered you in any other way; I have desired you, put my trust in you, without any benefit in return.

I could not easily be consoled, Fair Knight, once I had left you in sorrow, for my heart is not inclined to anyone else, nor does my desire lead me elsewhere, for I desire no other; I know, lady, this would please the slanderers, and nothing else would satisfy them: such a person would see and hear of my misfortune and thank you for it, for he looks on you and longs for you presumptuously, which makes my heart sigh.

Your reputation begins so nobly, Lady Beatrice, excels all others, and continues to increase; by my faith, you adorn your authority with merit and eloquence, without fail; you are the source of gracious deeds; you have knowledge, patience, and discrimination; without a doubt, you clothe your virtue with kindness.

Gracious lady, everyone praises and proclaims your virtue, and whoever forgets you leads a worthless life; therefore I adore you, distinguished lady; for I have chosen you as the noblest and the best, perfect in virtue; I have praised and served you more nobly than Erec did Enide. Sir Engles, I have made and finished the estampida.